Longing for Spring


Still in grip of winter, I long for Spring

For longer days and shorter nights

For warm sunshine to savour on my face.


I’m tired of cold damp days

And long for sunshine’s rays.


If we could hibernate for those few weeks

‘tween January and March

And just lie low till Spring,

When warm fingers would gently wake me and lead me into warmer climes,

how happy I would be;

To wake to warmth and soft green shades of Spring.


And yet today, as I look out on crisp white snow

And blue skies greeting me,

I’m thankful that I’m free.

  • Author: daisychain (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 13th, 2018 06:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just can't wait for some Spring days. I find the winter months dreary, and though you can see signs of new growth, Spring still seems a long way off. Trying to hold on to gratitude for just being alive and being given the freedom to enjoy life, is not always easy. In some ways I suppose, we are all prisoners.
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